“Isn’t it time to acknowledge the ugly side? I’ve grown quite weary of the spunky heroines, brave rape victims, soul-searching fashionistas that stock so many books. I particularly mourn the lack of female villains — good, potent female villains. Not ill-tempered women who scheme about landing good men and better shoes (as if we had nothing more interesting to war over), not chilly WASP mothers (emotionally distant isn’t necessarily evil), not soapy vixens (merely bitchy doesn’t qualify either). I’m talking violent, wicked women. Scary women. Don’t tell me you don’t know some. The point is, women have spent so many years girl-powering ourselves — to the point of almost parodic encouragement — we’ve left no room to acknowledge our dark side. Dark sides are important. They should be nurtured like nasty black orchids.”
…Writers remember everything…especially the hurts. Strip a writer to the buff, point to the scars, and he’ll tell you the story of each small one. From the big ones you get novels. A little talent is a nice thing to have if you want to be a writer, but the only real requirement is the ability to remember the story of every scar.
Art consists of the persistence of memory.
This is how you get over him/her. At first, you don’t. You sit in your bed crying and wishing you could go back to the good old days. You spend hours analysing where it all went wrong, trying to convince yourself to delete the photos of the two of you but you can’t bring yourself to. Then, eventually, you get tired of crying yourself to sleep and you realise they’re not coming back. You can listen to their favourite song when you’re at a party, you can start talking to other boys. You download and delete tinder at least 20 times. You give up trying to rekindle it. It’s dead. You don’t water flowers after they’ve died, do you?
Slowly but surely, you learn to live without them. You can wear the same outfit you wore on your first date with them on a date with someone else and you feel like you’re going to vomit but you know it’s not because you want them back. You can kiss other people with a passion and let them touch you where he/she did without thinking of them anymore. You finally learn to listen when other people tell you you’re beautiful. Surely enough, you learn to love yourself and everyone else around you, and you learn to love again.
i want to make this post, mostly to help myself, because im feeling pretty dismal about the whole bangtan mamas situation.
one thing ive learned from being w/ bangtan since debut, is that they always rise above. things always seem shitty at the beginning, and they suffer so much, but they always deliver a massive fuck you to whoever doubted them and wronged them. even when it seems like things will never go right, bangtan always manages to come back so much stronger than before.
remember debut? they were nobodies. now look at them, getting to have their comeback stage on an awards show.
remember b free? yoongi and namjoon pushed through it, and made sure everyone knew never to doubt their talent as rappers and artists, time and time again.
remember when tae almost fainted on stage and they all looked so overworked at the beginning of this year? they pushed through that too.
remember when we were afraid bangtan wasnt going to win music show awards for INU cuz of the amount of competition? they won five times.
remember when netizens went after tae cuz he was mouthing lyrics to ‘loser’ when bangtan won? we felt like he’d never smile again, and yet here he is, playful and every bit a ball of sunshine as before.
remember the gun threat? bangtan kept performing with smiles on their faces, and the rest of the tour went amazing
remember highlight and that mess? bangtan kept smiles on their faces and kept going for the fans.
being slighted at the mamas is just a blip on the radar. we will push through it. they will persevere and show their best selves and gain the recognition and respect that they deserve. as long as we keep supporting them and loving them!
EDIT: THEY WON THE WORLD PERFORMER AWARD. THIS IS WHAT I MEAN.